Scar tissue

"Scar tissue that I wish you saw" This line from a song keeps running through my head. I have been thinking a lot lately. A lot. Wondering things about myself and others. The thought keeps jumping up and down, what if people could see the pain, worry, happiness, joy, and despair on the outside of our bodies like wounds or bright colors? What if it was plain to see exactly what someone was feeling by seeing their "scar tissue"? I have often wished that people could just touch me and know what it feels like to be in my body, how it feels to have my heart. Most people are loving and understanding  but if they were able to physically know how I feel, could it bring more understanding and compassion? I think it could. We never know what some people are really feeling physically and emotionally. They can explain it to you with all the words in the world but you really will never know exactly what it is like.  People carry around so much, think if no one could hide how happy or hurt they were? I imagine people with long jagged scars along arms and backs explaining injuries or illnesses, even emotional trials. These would not be regular scars from surgeries or accidents but something we could see to have a deeper knowledge of our fellow human beings. I can also imagine how happiness and joy would manifest, it would look like people had just gone to the Holi color festival. Streaks of vibrant pink, purple, yellow, blue. We could all see the love, freedom, success, peace, and security on one another. Our colors would build and change along with our scars. We would be in constant motion.  It would be beautiful. Imagine if you really could just hold hands and feel, hear, and see what that person is going through and had been through. What if we could just be real and let people know us? Could we still stand to hurt each other? Would we fight as often? I think of a part in a book where one character has a transformation and is able to see the world clear. The part I think of is when this character looks at several of her family members as for the first time, one of the family members has scars that she  did not see before. She now has a deeper knowledge of what this person went through. How amazing would it be. Think of going to the doctor and just letting them touch you and they would know exactly how you feel. Compassion. I wonder if it will ever be like this? Maybe trying to be more thoughtful of what other people are going through would be a good place to start. My scar down the middle of my chest only tells so much about me and it is not even the beginning of how colorful I am.